Once-joyous hallways echo mournfully
With every step that creaks on carpet floors,
And photographs are frowning scornfully
For every face that ever smiles is yours.
Stale memories of whitewashed corridors
Remain in each recess within my mind
With long-lost, savored happiness. No more
Remains in ancient halls for me to find.
For you were one so loving, tender, kind,
And you were taken from us years too soon
You only of us never lived our blind
And hateful lives your death is born anew.
Your taking must have been your Masters will
I have thee not, and yet, I see thee still.














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